Secret Santa
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Yzak Jule sat stiffly with his legs crossed at the knees, drumming his fingers on the wooden desk in irritation. He aloud a large huff escape his lips while his magnificent blue eyes wander to the wall clock that was placed directly above the doorway. Five after three.
Five Minutes Left.
Math was never a friendly subject to Yzak. Although he was smarter than his classmate (And Best friend) Dearka, (whom of which he tutored half the time) He still hated it most of all. Could it have been the ditsy girls that sat in the front left corner of the classroom? Or the jocks that sat just to the right? Or perhaps the silent people that sat in the front right? He didn't know, nor did he care. All the silver-haired boy knew was that the class wasn't easily avoidable, and that he hated it with a cold hard passion. He thought numerous times about transferring, but that would only leave his tanned friend by his lonesome. And, well...He didn't want that, now did he?
Yzak's eyes slowly trailed from the clock and out the window. The frosted glass made it almost impossible to see out. But glass or no glass, Yzak could obviously tell that there was 5 or more centimeters of snow on the ground. He scowled at the thought. Winter was probably his most hated season. It wasn't because he had anything against snow; he had a thing against the people that handled it. He knew quite well that half the snow on the ground outside at this point was being rolled up and packed into perfect spheres. He also knew that right when he walked out of those doors, Bam. He got a chunk of the white powder right between the eyes. He wasn't too fond about the whole 'runny nose' either. He hated winter... but not as much as he hated math.
According to date on the chalkboard, Christmas was on the way. However, now it was the tanned-boys turn to huff. Perhaps it was more of a flustered mumbled on a count of he was face first into the desk...sleeping. His quiet snores were barley heard over the rioting teens in the class. And he failed to recognize (Or feel) the paper Airplanes flying across the room and hitting him square in the head. It was just another one of those days where the teacher got 'sick' and wouldn't show up until a week or so after. Was she sick? Perhaps. But anyone with a brain could easily figure out that she was just getting a head-start on Christmas Shopping.
It was December 5th after all.
Speaking of the month...The silver-haired boy hadn't bought presents yet. But, Being Yzak, he would use his 'I don't give, I get' routine to escape the torture of gift wrapping and card signing. Although he didn't mind Boxing Day that much... he would normally use his Christmas Money to buy lots and lots of--
Then the Bell Rang.
In a matter of seconds the entire classroom flooded out the door. Leaving only the sleeping Dearka and the, oh so organized, Yzak alone with the teacher. Yzak turned around to Dearka who was still sleeping. Pulling out his ruler he smacked it across the blondes head.
"Wake up Sleeping-Freak show... class is over."
~*~*~*~
On normal occasions, the two boys walked home together. And why not? They lived just down the street from each other. However...this was a special night. Dearka was given the honor of sleeping over at the Jules mansion while his parents went out for their 20th anniversary. What they planned on doing that night was far beyond him. He didn't care nor did he want to know. A small smirked spread across his lips when he seen Yzaks relaxed hand, clench tightly into fists. Also, a scowl was fatly placed on the beautiful boys face.
"What the hell knobbed you up the ass all of a sudden?" Dearka asked the tense boy.
He chuckled at his own statement then let out a small "Ha ha ha...knobbed..." before Yzak snapped, staring at him out of the corner of his eyes to just make out the immature teens sickening grin. He decided not to yell...not here anyways. Not Downtown.
"It's this damn gay music..." Yzak replied through clenched teeth. The violet-eyed boy tuned into the music and his ears caught onto the song 'Let it snow'. Dearka found it rather amusing when Yzak used the word 'Gay'. Then he started thinking...
He specifically remembered looking up dirty words in the dictionary once with Miguel in French class. His photographic memory aloud him to remember the definition clearly-"Gay: 1.Of, relating to, or having a sexual orientation to persons of the same sex. 2. Showing or characterized by cheerfulness and lighthearted excitement; merry. 3. Bright or lively, especially in color:
a gay, sunny room.
He did, in fact remember stuff like that. But indeed, Christmas was a holiday of excitement! And hell...it was merry too! So gay was a good word to describe the season. It was also a good word to describe Yzak's sense of style in clothing.
Two Words: Pink and Blue (Actually that's three words. But who cares about the 'and' anyways?) Then...
"Mother Fucker..." Yzak cursed as he stepped right into a puddle of water. Dearka laughed...and once again, Yzak snapped. It was a routine that happened almost everyday, and therefore Dearka had gotten use to the cussing, hitting and yelling.
(However, Dearka enjoy the hitting a little too much.)
~*~*~*~
After the walk to the mansion, the proper dinner and, the long excruciating hours of helping Ezaria fold clothes, Dearka was ready for bed. But not quite yet. Dearka reached into his backpack and pulled out a small box: Wrapped neatly with red paper and a small blue ribbon on the top. It was so small that it fitted perfectly into his palm. Dearka sat on the bed and waited for his unsuspected friends to come into the room. His legs folded, he held the gift in his lap.
Over the past few months Dearka had learned something about himself. He knew he had feelings for his silver-haired friend. Oh, dear, beautiful Yzak. He knew very well that Yzak didn't like women...but he wasn't sure if Yzak was interested in men either. Perhaps Yzak was planning on being a virgin-loner for the rest of his life? Dearka couldn't imagine how Yzak could go through a year without a few sudden urges and such. But then again, that wasn't the point. The point was to give Yzak his gift, and hope that he likes it. And if he didn't...well, the blonde had other things up his snazzy sleeve.
Then all of a sudden...Yzak walked through the door. Hair wet, and towel over his shoulders. He was dressed in blue plaid pajama pants, with no top. A large grin grew across the tanned-boys face and he collected all the balls he had to get up off the bed, and marched towards him.
"Merry Christmas, Yzak!" He held out the small box to his completely shocked friend.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Dumb-ass?" He took the towel off his shoulders and gripped in tightly in his hand. "Christmas isn't until a few more weeks!" He flung the towel at the tanned-boy and started smacking the innocent youth with the wet material.
To much of Dearka surprise, he found Yzak, and himself laughing. And after they had a huge pillow fight, they lay side by side on Yzaks bed, holding their stomachs as they let out their last few chuckles.
"Wow...that was good" Dearka wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes. He rolled his head over to look at his friend who perty much had the same hysterical look on his face.
"Can you open your present now?" He asked.
"I suppose..."
Dearka reached over the side of the bed and picked up the slightly dented box that was involved with their fight. Dearka laughed at the box for a bit, then looked over to Yzak...who clearly wasn't amused.
"Are you gunna' sit there and laugh at it all night, or are you going to let me open it?"
Dearka passed him the box "Asshole..." He murmured under his breath. Lucky for him...Yzak didn't hear.
Yzak sat up and started pulling at the red wrapping until it was just a plane brown box. He took the lid off. He noticed Dearka was smirking. It was one of those smirks where you knew he was up to something...but you were too distracted to pay attention to it. Yzak continued with caution like it was some radioactive, poisonous rodent. But instead he sat there in shock staring at the item that was placed inside. A silver heart shaped necklace. Engraved on the locket were the words 'I love you'. Yzak felt his face start to burn as his stomach suddenly twisted into a knot. He scoffed.
"What? Don't you like it?" Dearka asked, his voice rather annoying. There was a tone, and Yzak didn't like it.
"Oh yeah, I love it Dearka. Was this a last minute thing? Because I think you've failed to recognize what it says." His first words were pure sarcasm. What the hell was Dearka thinking? Giving him a gift like this, he must be completely mad!
"Why? What's wrong with what it says?" Dearka smirked...that same tone thick in his voice. Yzak opened his mouth to protest until he was cut off.
"Does it bother you?" He added. Yzaks eyes squinted as he held the jewelry tight in his hand. A now, angry expression, on his face.
"If this is some kind of sick joke, I'm going to-" Yzak was cut off once again...but this time it was with a small peck on his cheek. The Blue-eyed boy went crimson red as Dearka made the contact to his face. Dearka sighed.
"No, Yzak. I really do...feel that way about you." He took a deep breath after his sentence. And he noticed Yzaks face turning a darker shade. It looked rather endearing, to be totally honest. The silver-haired boy turned his head away, concealing his face with his hair. There was silence for a time.
"Yzak?"
Dearka began to think that this was turning out to be a bad idea, after all. If Yzak didn't feel the same way, Dearka started to worry that this whole thing would ruin their friendship. And if it turned out that way...Dearka would have no other choice but to hate himself. Yzak meant a lot to him. Hell...He would prefer just the friendship over the romance. That is, if Yzak preferred it that way.
"So..." Yzak mumbled, catching the blonde's full attention. "What you're saying isn't a truck load of bullshit, is it?"
"No! Not at all! Yzak...I really do like you...love you even. Just, give me a chance, and stop being so damn stubborn!"
"How the hell am I being stubborn?" Yzak snapped.
"I don't know. Can you just tell me your answer?" Dearka was getting impatient. But, as much as he didn't want to rush Yzak...he wanted an answer quickly. He felt the need to just get this over with. So they could get on with their lives.
"Answer to what?"
"If you feel the same way about me..." Dearka explained. He was getting rather annoyed at this point. The look on Yzaks face was making him feel slightly heart-broken.
"Ummm...Yeah I do" Yzak finally answered. And yet again, his face turned colour.
"You're not just saying that, are you?"
"No, I really do like you, you idiot"
Dearka smiled and slipped his hand into Yzak's. He squeezed tightly and smiled at his friend.
"My, my. This Christmas does appear to be...slightly gay after all..." He chuckled.
"Oh, shut up..."
End~
Gah! I' m not much of a serious ending writer. But I hope it was okay anyways? Anywho... I hope you enjoyed it. Oh, and By the way. I forgot to mention...I couldn't think of something Yzak liked to but lots of with his Christmas Money...so I kinda left that out... ^___^; Use your imagination okay? Insert something like "Thongs" or "Shoes" Iuno. xD So yeas. Have a Merry Christmas! <3 Keely xoxoxox
